#writtenoom

Sunbroken drainage took the lateral glaze. Next to the wall a powder oven oversaw den needle waying other than prier dogs.Without… without mill…Josephine stepped up the stool to the lintel, and tacked up the signs of says. Sayser was no sawser, later without liber. She skipped down, pinching and shaking her small hammer in pastorally unobtrusive victory. There they were: the line and cap, the…

The pin fell down from Glasborough Heights, and in the sand compassed a frame jagged with thorns.Thin ripples knit outward, a magnifying glass close-up of a squarish vinyl. The brother passes vaguely, but on his line, and two sisters further out; in the distance, one who is of unknown connection, but the skid of their progress is clear to the hearing. Streams of measured movement unfulfilled…

The hand leaves the door before the echo of the knock returns. Barbed wire and holly leaf shapes, she runs her fingers down crackling through them at the doorpost, a sheaf of serpents filling up a glove.An answer over the wall, dangles in the night, and follows the knock around the corner. The seeker spreads her wrist, leaves her unassuming gift at the threshold, and backs against a pillar. The…

Garfield Wiles was thirteen, and taking his little sister Eunice into the city to help her buy a Christmas gift for their mother.The lights of the city made the eyes, the windows of the soul, into train windows, and the soul found it difficult to read in the passing changes of illumination. The sky was dark above the lights, and a thin mist was just heavy enough to fall like minute snowflakes.…

Power lines, phone lines, black and quilted, draping cobwebs of unseen endless uses. Under the shadeless net he walked, breathed on his hands. Like distant mountains the towering net moved little above him as he went, except to rock in their dizzy height over his eyes. In a hollow corner between the ends of two walls he found the hole dug, and the trowel by it. He rubbed his hands, shook his…

Zigzagging ant-laid mazes tiled the slanting wall, up to the jagged crest, as of a wooden crisscrossing wave. The knife edges hanging down laterally under the palate of the serrated crest form sand dollar clustering patterns, and fend off shrugging approaches of the floor.Thin grass, leaving bare the muck and grit, last hairs of a balding head. There was a whistle in the air across the top edges…

In the depths before the face, the darkness black as paint: an archway as in a garden, lit of frozen lightning, bolts as thick as plaited kraken arms.The tiles before this way are blown cornerwise by the strength, horrent scales of a strained and bristling fish, so the stars could peer between, those that ventured close enough below.Those beasts that glided here and there about that lighted gap,…

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